[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Don't you hold your breath... [ Flux, Open With Permission ]
Mar 19, 2023 13:33:43 GMT -5
Post by Breakdown on Mar 19, 2023 13:33:43 GMT -5
Cause I'm not coming down.
These battlefields have left me only scars.
Timeline: Week 1 | Day 4
Breakdown had heard the news handed down to him by orders of their Lord Megatron, and such had broken down the long-winded version into two very key points:
- Patrol duty until Knock Out's whereabouts were uncovered, and
- No rations until Knock Out's whereabouts were uncovered.
Breakdown had been planning to seek out the medic even before he had been told he was otherwise required to do so, so the marching orders seemed almost laughable if not for the implications that the rest of it entailed. Ground patrol without rations meant that failing to find their CMO would result in starvation and eventual offlining- death by his own failure. He could only assume that Megatron was trying to reign in his command through his usual fear tactics to ensure everyone fell back into line accordingly.
Order through tyranny.
Somehow, the conversation before he'd had with Knock Out on their last outing together came to the forefront. Now was not the time to think about that- he had something cherished to find, Megatron's orders and cynical punishments be damned. He knew that no matter the outcome of this scavanger hunt he was in for a long, hard road for his failure to show up to the little pep talk when Megatron had returned, but he'd take it as it came. Showing up would have meant that Knock Out would have been the one at the firing line had he only been out for his little excursion rather than actually having gone missing, which Breakdown would have never allowed to happen.
No one would ever know his reasoning for not showing. As far as they would know should flatline spill would only be what that other mech had been told. Not that it mattered, nor did he really care.He'd already made sure the Vehicons were aware that he'd be gone for an extended period of time so they'd be set in his absence, though were not made aware of the situation as that was not their cross to bear. He wouldn't risk them, or anyone else, caught in the crossfire of his actions and he'd take what was handed to him.
Like his current patrol route.
He wondered if he could cut this expedition short by reaching out to the other side, just to make sure that Knock Out wasn't actually with MECH, but how could he? If he made a commotion and drew the attention of a different Bot that could be a tricky situation, not to mention that if his moves were being monitored for whatever reason that would be like opening a cage of scraplets into a Cybertronian Parade.
Caution was key.
Breakdown finally arrived at the Control Room, a spared glance given just to make sure their Lord wasn't here to see him off or give him a reminder. Seemed clear, but he was down an optic, and there were many dark corners where anyone could be hiding in. So he advanced forward, hoping to just have a simple departure in the bridge to his patrol location and have it be as silent and uneventful as possible.
These battlefields have left me only scars.
Timeline: Week 1 | Day 4
Breakdown had heard the news handed down to him by orders of their Lord Megatron, and such had broken down the long-winded version into two very key points:
- Patrol duty until Knock Out's whereabouts were uncovered, and
- No rations until Knock Out's whereabouts were uncovered.
Breakdown had been planning to seek out the medic even before he had been told he was otherwise required to do so, so the marching orders seemed almost laughable if not for the implications that the rest of it entailed. Ground patrol without rations meant that failing to find their CMO would result in starvation and eventual offlining- death by his own failure. He could only assume that Megatron was trying to reign in his command through his usual fear tactics to ensure everyone fell back into line accordingly.
Order through tyranny.
Somehow, the conversation before he'd had with Knock Out on their last outing together came to the forefront. Now was not the time to think about that- he had something cherished to find, Megatron's orders and cynical punishments be damned. He knew that no matter the outcome of this scavanger hunt he was in for a long, hard road for his failure to show up to the little pep talk when Megatron had returned, but he'd take it as it came. Showing up would have meant that Knock Out would have been the one at the firing line had he only been out for his little excursion rather than actually having gone missing, which Breakdown would have never allowed to happen.
No one would ever know his reasoning for not showing. As far as they would know should flatline spill would only be what that other mech had been told. Not that it mattered, nor did he really care.He'd already made sure the Vehicons were aware that he'd be gone for an extended period of time so they'd be set in his absence, though were not made aware of the situation as that was not their cross to bear. He wouldn't risk them, or anyone else, caught in the crossfire of his actions and he'd take what was handed to him.
Like his current patrol route.
He wondered if he could cut this expedition short by reaching out to the other side, just to make sure that Knock Out wasn't actually with MECH, but how could he? If he made a commotion and drew the attention of a different Bot that could be a tricky situation, not to mention that if his moves were being monitored for whatever reason that would be like opening a cage of scraplets into a Cybertronian Parade.
Caution was key.
Breakdown finally arrived at the Control Room, a spared glance given just to make sure their Lord wasn't here to see him off or give him a reminder. Seemed clear, but he was down an optic, and there were many dark corners where anyone could be hiding in. So he advanced forward, hoping to just have a simple departure in the bridge to his patrol location and have it be as silent and uneventful as possible.